The other night ( Part 1 ) (341 hits)
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Submitted by STANDARD D II (View user info) at 2005-11-01 10:14:43 EST
Have you ever had a dream that was so wonderful that you woke up you would give anything to get back in the dream. You try going back to sleep so you can just have a little more time in the dream to no avail. You are physically and mentally more happy than you have ever been before. But the more you shake the cobwebs out the less real the dream gets and the less happy you get because you are fading into real life. And then you get sad at the realization that the dream was not real and you can never go back.
I went to bed Monday night like normal. I had a glass of wine and read until midnight finally being tired enough to fall asleep, I turned my lamp off and got comfortable by taking all the pillows out from under me and planting my face in the mattress because pillows give me migraines so I can not use them.
What I think was only a few minutes later I started to slumber. When I heard a noise come from somewhere in my apartment. I ignored it figuring it was just my pet rabbit. Then I heard a noise like someone dropped something. I got the butterflies in my stomach and got up to investigate. I walked to my living room where I noticed my balcony door was open. I know it was closed because I did it myself. I started to shake and called out asking if someone was there. No one answered. I was praying that they heard me open my bedroom door and fled. I grabbed the phone and called the operator to connect me to the polizei (German police) and ran to my wife to tell her to take the phone and get out.
She got dressed and hauled tail. I grabbed my golf club and started turning lights on to investigate. As I opened the bathroom door a guy jumped out from behind it. I could tell he was scared which made me nervous because a cornered dog will fight his way out. I told him to just leave. The cops were already called and it would be stupid to stay because he would for sure get busted and it would be better for everyone if he just fled.
He looked defeated and started to walk out. But as he was passing I saw him go for something in his pants. Before I knew what was happening I had him by the neck and in the air. I think I was just as surprised as him with me being only a buck-oh-five and him outweighing me by at least one hundred pounds. Unfortunately he was not surprised enough not to pull his gun out. He shot me in my stomach I jerked. Not from pain but shock. I then realized that there was no pain. But there was rage. Rage like I have never felt. I squeezed his neck with my left hand and punched him repeatedly with my right. Out of the corner of my eye my wife was crying. She had the phone up to her ear but no words came from her mouth, just sobbing.
I dropped the guy on the ground and went to her. I grabbed her and hugged her and told her everything was going to be ok. She asked my where the blood was. I had no idea what she was talking about and finally remember being shot. I looked down at my stomach but there were no traces of any bullet. I said it must have gotten stuck in the barrel.
Just then I heard the sirens. I remembered the intruder and turned to him. He was not moving. There was a pool of blood around him and I knew he was dead. I realized I had just killed a man. Suddenly sick, I ran to the bathroom and let out the wine and dinner from hours before.
After being questioned by the cops for about an hour, The investigators came up and talked to my wife who looked at them like there was something wrong. They talked too fast for me to translate it in my head. She looked at me and said they wanted to know if we had told them everything and if it was the truth. I started getting mad they did not believe us and asked her why they thought we were lying. The detectives came up to me and told me in (broken English) that my story was not corresponding to their findings. I asked what they found. And they said that I did not beat the man to death. He was shot in the stomach. They checked the weapon and it did not have any signs that it malfunctioned. And then they told me that if I took the gun from him and shot him it would still be self defense and there would be no charges filed but I was not really listening. I saw him aim the gun at my stomach and shoot. I told them they needed a new weapons expert because that is the only way it could have happened.
To be continued.
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